Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

Also in 1906, the day before the replacement of the three-eyed eyes, the sun was already hanging on the horizon, and a cool morning breeze swept through the streets and alleys of Sanchuan Town.

A thousand years ago, when Jiang Mingzi destroyed the Wangchuan Academy, the other side of the mountain, which he exchanged for a small stone with a Yuefu, was covered with lush forests and the melodious chirping of birds.

And down the mountain...

"Brother Wang, this is today's protection fee." In front of the dough figurine stall, Zhao Yan, disguised as an ordinary person, was bowing and scraping to Wang Dalai, a local thug who had gathered his henchmen to collect protection fees on this street.

"Oh, you even added two extra coins. Good for you." Wang Dalai, with a scar above his right eyebrow, finished counting the coins in his hand, patted Zhao Yan on the shoulder, and turned away, leaving behind a single sentence:

"Since you're so capable, then from now on, we'll follow this standard. If you dare to shortchange us by even a penny, hehe, watch out for your bones!"

"Yes, yes, I will definitely do it!" Zhao Yan, sandwiched between Wang Dalai's underlings, smiled obsequiously, looking every bit the commoner, while thinking about whether he should drain Wang Dalai's life force tonight.

"Fine, I'll just have to bear with it a little longer."

The legendary hunger-resistant king Zhao Yan suppressed his thirst for life, lowered his head and sculpted a dough figure. With the exquisite skill of the great supernatural corpse, a lifelike Zhong Kui dough figure quickly took shape.

"Lao Zhao's technique is unparalleled."

In the fake world, Xia Jie's still-awakening consciousness watched with great interest as Zhao Yan finished sculpting the dough figurine, and then replaced Zhao Yan with the puppet body she had created.

This was the first substitution in Xia Jie's eyes, and also the last substitution in the external timeline.

Relying on the analysis of Zhao Yan's memories of the Heavenly Blood Body Technique, supplemented by her experience as the Cursed Blood Spirit, and her current understanding of human structure as a half-Alaya Consciousness, Xia Jie created the first and last 'True World False World Puppet Body'.

"Haha, thanks to Wangchuan for the open-source code!"

In fact, whether it was the local thug Wang Dalai and his gang, the ants carrying crumbs under Zhao Yan's feet, or even the microorganisms invisible to the naked eye in the air, they were all puppets.

If we don't consider AI as life, then the corpse Zhao Yan is the last thing in the entire Sanchuan Town that can be called "alive".

Although plants and microorganisms, lacking self-awareness, have no right to "witness," Xia Jie replaced them all just in case.

In his words...

"If it's something I can do, I might as well do it."

On the treetop of the Tree of Memory, Zhao Yan knelt down with a thud before Xia Jie's phantom, shouting like a mortal:

"Oh dear, have I, Zhao Yan, stumbled upon a divine destiny? Immortal Grandfather, please accept my humble bow!"

Xia Jie remained unmoved.

"Stop pretending. I am the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Businesses. You want to reunite with me. I will grant you that. In return, you will work for me, understand?"

Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment, then decisively slid to his knees, his movements even more swift than San Yan's.

"I'd go through fire and water for you, my lord!"

While spouting seemingly harmless and eloquent words, Zhao Yan felt a suffocating sensation in his heart, as if a python were coiling around him.

The scene before him was clearly beyond his ability to resolve. Not to mention that he was quite weak due to his restraint in eating people, even in his prime, he would have been helpless.

So the answer is obvious. No matter if the person in front of him is a professional or not, and no matter what kind of work is being done, he has no room to refuse.

He had made up his mind from the day he began to protect Shangguan Xiao, who had become a corpse.

He, Zhao Yan, will live on with Shangguan Xiao, and live on by any means necessary!

It's the same now; as long as he can live to see the day they meet again, he doesn't care how humble he has to be.

"Before that, I have a question for you," Xia Jie's calm voice continued.

"Please ask me anything, sir."

"You know the true nature of the 'Returning Heaven Blood Body' technique from the River of Oblivion, right?"

"Yes, sir, I understand."

"Very good." Xia Jie nodded and spoke again, "The essence of the Returning Heaven Blood Body is to refine a blood body with a certain level of intelligence using one's own blood, and then back up one's own memories and supernatural powers into the blood body."

If the creator of the Blood Body possesses a natal supernatural power, they can resurrect once on the Blood Body by sacrificing their natal power.

However, the blood body is merely a copy of memories, not a transfer of the original spirit. In essence, it is a false resurrection, and the resurrected person can only be considered a twin who looks very similar to the original.

In other words, neither you now nor Shangguan Xiao in 2020 are the same people you used to be.

"I...I know, I've always known." Zhao Yan's voice held a hint of sadness after hearing Xia Jie's words.

"But there was no way to escape. Once we encountered Jiang Mingzi, there was absolutely no chance of escape. Even though I gave up my blood body in advance, the tracking seal left by the Chasing Void Seal still followed me like a maggot to my bone for thousands of years."

"No, no, no, the solution is right in front of you." Xia Jie's voice was tinged with laughter.

"You and she can live, and you and she from a thousand years ago could also live. All four of you will have to work hard for me."

Furthermore, I will completely copy your memories to your original counterparts, restore their youth, and then mix up the four of you without telling you who is who.

The Law of Cause and Effect in the Xia Jie card begins to reveal its own perverse sense of humor.

"Huh? Two Shangguan Xiaos?"

No, is it the real and fake Monkey Kings? No, that's not right either. Who am I, and who is me? Who should I love, and who should love me? If both Shangguan Xiaos are mine, would I agree to the other one?

"I, uh...I...this."

Zhao Yan's thoughts were thrown into disarray by Xia Jie's words, his lips trembled slightly, and he didn't know how to speak.

Before Zhao Yan could sort out his thoughts, Xia Jie threw him into the fake world.

"Your love is beautiful and moving, but your killing is unforgivable."

So go and do good deeds, and gradually pay off your evil deeds through good karma.

Cherish the salvation I have given you, for you have exhausted all hope.